Boots On The Ground

'Boots On The Ground' was created on 3 March 2025.

Lyrics by Larry Whitehurst, backing courtesy of Suno's A.I. platform.

"The boys are all ours, so THEY do not care,
If the boys were all theirs, they'd all be elsewhere,
They wouldn't be here, where death isn't fair,
Boots on the ground and planes in the air.

'Boots on the ground,' that's what the man said.
He couldn't care less if we end up dead.
Just so long as he pleases the beast
With the power to see we petty men greased.

Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Where terror's the norm and mercy is rare.
Boots on the ground and planes in the air.

Boots on the ground, planes in the air,
I'd give all I had to wake up elsewhere.
But THEY'LL never stop till the dying is done
And there's nobody left can handle a gun.

Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Where terror's the norm and mercy is rare.
Boots on the ground and planes in the air.

Armchair general, rank politician,
Tell us what is, when we all know it isn't.
And still the dumb herd refuses to learn
Despite the millions who will not return.

Easy for Macron, easy for Starmer,
To bang the war drum for an oily snake charmer.
Ship them out here to die in the mud,
For BlackRock and NATO, their brothers in blood.

"Boots on the ground?" The coffins await
Those dragged from the street to die for Deep State.
Champagne and gravy, THEY hog at the trough,
Our land and our gold and our young lives sold off.
Some day, perhaps, when we're all redacted,
The truth will emerge and judgment exacted.
Be revenged upon those whose lust for warfare
Put boots on the ground and planes in the air.

Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Boots on the ground, planes in the air.
Where terror's the norm and mercy is rare.
Boots on the ground and planes in the air.